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Renegade (ME/C&C AU)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Peptuck, Mar 27, 2010.

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  1. Peptuck

    Peptuck ....insufficient dakka.

    Renegade: A Mass Effect/Command and Conquer Crossover

    Chapter 1: Gateway (Part 1)​


    The sky overhead was streaked with smoke and fire, and the tracers of large-scale mass accelerator and railgun fire ripped through the air, accompanied by missiles. Rivers of illuminated ammunition – tracers and modified ammunition types – cut through the sky. In the distance, she could hear the crack, roar, and thunder of artillery fire, both missile and solid round.

    Smoke billowed out of the house-sized tank, rising up into her faceplate as she crouched behind the turret. The tank burned, the heat masking her from enemy sensors. She fumbled with the rifle, trying to get the scrambled targeting system back up and working before the enemy could locate and close in on her. Mass accelerator rounds ripped past, skipping off or shattering against the tank’s armor plating, but the fire was suppressive, not aimed. The batarians didn’t know where she was, or even how many troops she had under her command.

    That was good, because the total amounted to zero.

    First Lieutenant Shepard got the scrambled scope and targeting system back to functionality, and shouldered the assault rifle. On her helmet’s display, she saw dozens of element zero masses as enemy soldiers advanced, kinetic barriers rising up. She watched them advance down the street, between the looming buildings of Elysium City, capital of one of humanity’s biggest colony worlds.

    The perimeter security walls had been breached in the initial assault, when the batarian slaver fleet had bombarded the city’s automated defense towers from orbit. A company-strength force of men, totaling at about one hundred and sixty men and women with armor support, had attempted to secure the streets leading to the breach. For their efforts, they’d been wiped out in a steady barrage of orbital, artillery, and armor bombardment. They’d given their lives at a high cost, but the batarians had pounded the defense to tatters, and now was sending in their infantry to secure the approach.

    Shepard peered over the tank’s turret, and saw both of the deformed cannons extending from the massive vehicle’s turret. The top of the tank had been gutted by overhead fire – even with the improved topside armor, the shot had cut clean through the plating. The crew inside had burned alive as they’d fought to keep the tank operational to hold the street. Debris choked the avenue, ruined vehicles and piled chunks of building cutting off access routes for ground vehicles, but providing perfect cover for an infantry advance.

    More mass accelerator rounds began to hammer the tank. A rocket-grenade exploded on the far side, followed by a couple of glowing pulses of energy – anti-personnel shots from enemy shotguns and their attached particle grenade launchers. The volume of fire continued to grow, and Shepard knew they’d either spotted her, or guessed she might use the tank as a good firing position. She dropped down beside the tank, crouching and keeping out of the line of fire.

    A burst of rounds stitched pockmarks across the tank’s flank, cutting a swath across the swooping golden eagle emblem painted on the massive vehicle’s track guards. Shepard looked up at the destroyed Mammoth Tank – one of the most potent and symbolic tools of the Global Defense Initiative’s arsenal.

    Shepard dashed to the nearest safe cover, which was in the inner security wall of this section of the city. It had been locked down when the batarian slavers had arrived in orbit, and most of the population of the city had withdrawn inside the security walls’ protection. The breach was the entire reason the aliens were pushing so hard at this point in the city’s defenses. Now, the gaping, ten-meter-wide breach in the wall was the only place Shepard could take cover

    The gray-brown armor she wore concealed her from visual tracking, but she knew she was likely going to be spotted due to her suit’s element zero core. True enough, incoming fire picked up, slashing down the street toward her as she ran. Shepard gritted her teeth and ducked low, duck-walking behind wrecked cars and through orbitally-blasted craters.

    A rocket detonated a few meters away. Mass accelerator rounds smashed into the debris on all sides, while armor-piercing rounds lanced straight through the concrete and thin metal of destroyed vehicles. Shepard saw the breach in the security wall thirty meters away, but running there on foot meant it might as well have been a kilometer, with the incoming fire she was facing.

    Instead, she activated the flat, briefcase-sized backpack mounted on the rear of her armor. Light flared at the rear of the backpack as the mass effect field lightened her body and let the miniature thrusters on the jump pack propel her into the air. Shepard fed power to the jump pack, and it launched her up off the shattered street and toward the breach far faster than her legs could have carried her.

    A storm of fire flew toward Shepard as she jetted across the thirty meters to safety, but the batarian invaders hadn’t been expecting her to engage her jump pack, which bought the Lieutenant a valuable couple of seconds. Her suit’s shields flared as rounds skipped off it regardless, and the helmet beeped insistently to warn her the shield battery was being rapidly depleted.

    The ground rushed up toward Shepard, and she swung her feet in front of her body. The mass effect field intensified, further reducing her mass for a valuable heartbeat, while the thrusters cut out. She hit the ground inside the breach and dropped behind cover, disengaging the field and returning to normal mass as she spun toward the direction the batarians were approaching.

    There were more than a hundred enemy troops incoming, advancing up the street by fireteams. There were too many for her to take on, and if they turned their artillery against her, she wouldn’t last a heartbeat.

    If the enemy breached this position, though, they would flood through the gap, and with the local garrison fighting on the other points at the perimeter, the civilians of Elysium would be helpless against the slavers.

    Mindoir. It'll be Mindoir all over again.

    The memories of that moment lanced into her brain, setting her thoughts ablaze with hate and fury.

    Shepard made the decision.

    She rose, shouldered the rifle, and held the line when all else was lost. So long as she still breathed, Elysium would not become another Mindoir.

    -​

    The first thing she felt as she regained consciousness was agony. Pain rolled through Shepard’s temples, and she groaned while opening her eyes. Sensations came to her dimly, distant and unclear. She recognized she was lying on her back, and the pliable, soft-yet-uncomfortable nature of the cushion she laid on told her it was an infirmary bed. She could hear the quiet hum of working machinery, along with the vibrations that only came from a vessel in motion – tinged with that unique timbre associated with mass effect drives. The sensation of air over her bare skin told her that he’d been stripped down to her underwear.

    The room was dark. Not to the point where she couldn’t see, but she had to focus for a moment before she could make anything out. The light was dim, with a faint reddish tint to it. Shepard closed her eyes, taking inventory of the pains across her body to figure out where she’d been hurt the worst, and quickly decided that said definition included “everywhere.”

    Next, she tried to remember what had happened before she’d passed out.

    Another surge of batarian soldiers attempting to rush her position, the third that hour, ignoring the pile of their dead fellows she’d left. They scrambled under covering fire, weapons barking, and she gunned them down one by one.

    Once had gotten close, and as the alien had reached her, Shepard’s body had surged with electricity and swirling dark energy, and she’d temporarily rewritten the laws of physics. The nodes of element zero in her body had interacted with the implant at the base of her neck, was boosted by the circuitry in her armor, and Shepard sent a pulse of explosive gravity into the alien’s chest and head. It snapped back grotesquely and went flying away, and then the world turned white as something boiled the street only a few meters away, and then there was pain and whiteness.​


    Shepard opened her eyes again, and glanced around the room. It looked like an infirmary, a standard military-esque facility, consisting of a long room with beds lining one wall, each of them partially recessed into the wall, where scanners would no doubt be able to analyze the brain and upper body more effectively. Medical machinery stood beside each of the beds, and the walls were lined with lockers and storage containers for other gear. It resembled every shipboard infirmary she’d ever had the pleasure of waking up inside, with one exception: The standard, faintly blue-gray lighting of a GDI military vessel was replaced by that faintly rosy lighting she’d noted earlier.

    She heard the hissing of a sliding door, and Shepard looked up, to see a tall, limber woman walk into the room. Correction: she wasn’t walking so much as prowling, her body moving with a feline grace that seemed to come completely naturally to her. She had pale but clear skin, long black hair that came down to the top of her chest, and a black suit that only needed to be a size smaller to count as skintight.

    “Lieutenant Shepard,” she said, accent tinged by what she guessed was Australian. “Good to see you’re awake. We don’t have much time.” She had appealing features and large blue eyes, and it took Shepard a moment’s concentration to not be distracted by them.

    “You have me at a disadvantage,” Shepard said through the pain. She shook her head, but that was a bad idea, as it brought more headaches.

    “You can call me Miranda,” the woman replied. “No rank, so don’t worry about that.”

    “How bad was I hurt?” she asked, getting to most pertinent questions.

    “Concussion, some lacerations, shrapnel wounds, fourteen mass accelerator rounds imbedded at various points in your body, some hemorrhaging in the lungs, three broken bones, and you bit your tongue so hard you nearly choked on your own blood,” Miranda rattled off. “Nothing some medigel and a couple hours in an autosurgeon couldn’t fix.”

    “What happened on Elysium?” Shepard asked, after that had sunk in.

    “The batarians achieved breakthrough and invaded the city,” Miranda replied, walking across the room toward her. She noted Miranda was armed with what looked like a machine pistol on her hip. “We estimate they managed to make off with perhaps ten thousand civilians before we managed to intervene and drive them off.”

    A sinking feeling ran through Shepard as she heard her words, and it took her a moment to process the entire thing. A deep, wracking pain slashed through her, along with a realization that she’d failed that promise she’d made to hold the line.

    “No, don’t blame yourself,” Miranda said quickly, reading her features. “It was no fault of your own. The batarians bombed every approach into the city, and killed practically the entire GDI garrison before they breached the walls. Your position held out the longest, right up until help arrived.”

    “GDI?” Shepard asked. The other woman shook her head.

    “The nearest GDI relief fleet is still a day away,” Miranda said. “We saved the colony instead.”

    Shepard blinked, then closed her eyes, brain whirling.

    The Global Defense Initiative was the ruling body over every human colony in the Skyllian Verge and the Attican Traverse, a direct result of the fact that it was the de facto world government on Earth for more than a century. The concept of individual nations had vanished following the ecological apocalypse brought about by Tiberium in the late 1990’s, with the Global Defense Initiative becoming the effective world government in the 2030’s. It had stayed that way through two more world wars and the First Contact War with the Scrin, right up through the discovery of the Prothean ruins on Mars, the development of mass effect technology from said ruins, the discovery of the Charon Mass Relay, and the subsequent Shanxi War with the Turian Hierarchy and the opening of diplomatic relations with the Citadel.

    GDI’s military and political dominance had been near-absolute, and though the organization was democratically elected and run, there was a major religious undercurrent and opposition force, which had been behind more than fifty years of constant world war followed by another hundred and thirty years of sporadic terror attacks. However, they hadn’t had any military capability since their leader had been killed at the end of the Third Tiberian War.

    Had” was the key word, as she put together the pieces.

    “We,” Shepard said, “meaning the Brotherhood of Nod.”

    “Clever woman,” Miranda replied, giving her a ghost of a smile.

    “Why would Nod care about a GDI colony?” Shepard asked, pointedly avoiding a much more pertinent and much more troubling question: where the hell had the Brotherhood of Nod gotten military warships? Nod hadn’t had a regular military since the 2050’s.

    “We care about humanity, Shepard,” Miranda replied. “GDI, Nod, Forgotten, independent, it doesn’t matter. Elysium is a human world, and if GDI can’t protect it, we will.”

    Shepard exhaled and tried to stand.

    “Why’d you bring me here?” she asked.

    “Because your particular talents may prove useful,” Miranda replied. “We tried to save as many civilians as we could, but the batarians made off with a large transport full of humans. Most of the troops defending the city are dead.”

    “What talents?” Shepard asked, frowning.

    “Aside from the fact that you’re a survivor of GDI’s Commando Training Program, have above-average biotic talents, and managed to hold off about five hundred batarians with a rifle and shouted profanity?” Miranda asked, her tone sarcastic and amused. “I don’t know myself. Might be that particularly impressive scar you’ve got.”

    Shepard's eyes snapped up, and a spike of raw, agonizing hatred ran through her.

    Miranda stared back, not speaking for a moment, and then took a single step backward.

    "My apologies," she said quietly. "I shouldn't have brought that up. I know the....memory of Akuze can't be pleasant."

    Shepard scowled and nodded. She closed her eyes and fought back the memory of where she'd gotten her facial scars from, before opening them. She gestured to the far wall.

    "We're on a ship and moving," she said, the words slow and controlled. "Since I'm not a prisoner, I guess you need me for something pressing."

    “Correct,” Miranda replied. “The batarian slavers retreated as soon as we arrived at the planet and destroyed their fleet. Most of their ships were ramshackle pirate vessels anyway, not true warships. The remainder, including the transport carrying the captured civilians, went to a system about twelve hours from Elysium, at cruising distance. The pirates are apparently staying over for drive discharge and repairs.”

    “GDI won’t arrive in time to find them and free the slaves,” Shepard said, and Miranda nodded. That ghost of a smile returned.

    We, however, are two hours away and cruising at full speed,” she said. “While we have our own marine compliment that are quite competent at their jobs, it would be better if they were led by someone with . . . exceptional capability in ship-to-ship boarding operations.”

    Shepard stared back, mind rushing as she tried to figure out the angle Nod was working at here. She knew from history that the Brotherhood excelled at secrecy and deception, and that they were treacherous at best. On the other hand, she knew from history that the Brotherhood had a humanitarian side and seemed to have honestly cared for the civilians under its rule. Though Nod was banned from having a military, the religion itself was still intact and had a strongly charitable bent throughout human space.

    And they were trying to rescue civilians. GDI civilians, at that.

    “What if I refuse?” Shepard asked.

    Miranda’s response was another of those thin smiles, and she gestured at a datapad on a table by Shepard’s bed. There was a thrumming of working dark energy, and the clipboard rose, hovered, and dropped back to the table.

    She was a biotic, too.

    Shepard understood the threat quite clearly. Alone, unarmed, and in her skivvies, her only weapon was her biotic capability. Miranda, meanwhile, was armed, on her own ship, probably had a contingent of guards at hand, and could counter Shepard’s own mass effect capability.

    She wasn’t a prisoner, but it wouldn’t take much effort to change that.

    “We’re on the same side, Shepard,” Miranda said. “GDI or Nod, we’re both human, and humans are in the hands of alien slavers. We have to stop them.”

    Shepard closed her eyes, mulling over it for a moment and trying to figure out what Nod’s ulterior motive was.

    If there even is one, she reminded herself.

    Instead, she remembered Mindoir. She remembered her family and friends, fighting the batarian slavers and being gunned down and burned alive for their trouble. She remembered seeing people from her home being hauled away as slaves. She remembered the four-eyed, humanoid aliens as they hunted through the ruins for survivors, and she hiding beneath rubble and ruins, praying to not be seen, curled up in abject terror.

    Shepard opened her eyes, met Miranda’s, and nodded, fighting back the deep unease bubbling up inside her at the notion of working with Nod agents

    “Get me armor and a weapon,” she muttered, voice tight with anger and determination.

    She wouldn’t fail them again.

    -

    Inspired by discussion over in the Mass Effect crossover thread this is an alternate universe version of Mass Effect, with the Systems Alliance Earth replaced by Tiberium Earth. Its also partially alt universe for Tiberium as well, as this story will be ignoring C&C4's plot. As far as this story is concerned, Nod went into the shadows following TW3, Kane is gone (long since presumed dead in the assault on Temple Prime) and GDI has been the undisputed head of humanity up through the discovery of the Prothean ruins and the Charon Mass Relay.

    If you've read my other ME fic, Graveyard Shift, you'll notice some similarities. This is effectively a rewrite of Mass Effect with GDI taking the place of the SA, and with Nod in the background, being all....Nod-ly. As a result I might reuse some content from that story, seeing as they're telling the same tale, sort of.

    Note: Original version of this story had Shepard as a male, and I adjusted her to be female to give the story a lot more differentiation from Graveyard Shift. So, if you spotted any misplaced male pronouns referring to Shepard, let me know.

    -

    Chapter Guide:
    - Chapter 1: Gateway Part 2 - Miranda, Slaver Ships, Medals, Verge War, Normandy
    - Chapter 2: Calm - Shakedown, Joker and Alenko, Nihlus, Anderson, Distress Call
    - Chapter 3: Reconnoiter Part 1 - Ion Array EP-4, Coyote, Nihlus and Shepard, Drop onto Eden Prime, Anderson, Geth
    - Chapter 3: Reconnoiter Part 2 - Nihlus, Ambush, Kaidan and Shepard Biotics, Losses, Codex: Shapeshifter
    - Chapter 4: Archive Part 1 - Husks, Jacob and Wrex, Nihlus and Saren, Monorail station battle, Leeroy Jenkins
    - Chapter 4: Archive Part 2 - Spaceport battle, Nihlus vs. Saren, Orcas, Glowey Orb of Macguffin
    - Chapter 5: Technical Truths Part 1 - Vision, Anderson and Shepard, Guns, Deceptions
    - Chapter 5: Technical Truths Part 2 - Citadel, Embassy, Council, Surprise Visit
    - Chapter 6: Resurrection Part 1 - Kane, Garrus, Council Meeting
    - Chapter 6: Resurrection Part 2 - Compromise, Shepard and Kane, Aircar Rides
    - Chapter 7: Cowboys - Shepard defuses, Garrus, Investigations, Embassy
    - Chapter 8: Scouting Part 1 - Tali, Shepard and Havoc, Zaeed and Fist, Plotting
    - Chapter 8: Scouting Part 2 - Spy Tali, Spy Shepard, Goddammit Zaeed, Impressive

    -

    Official Prequel:
    - Eagles' Fall by Charnobyl. Covers the First Contact War between GDI and the Turian Hierarchy. It has the Peptuck Seal of Approval.
     
  2. Nice beginning, and you are starting from a radically different universe, interesting. What year is it? I assume since Shepard is still a lieutenant that the Reapers storyline won't happen for another few years.

    And kudos for your female Shepard, there's a distinct lack of kickass and non-angst ridden female Shepard in fanfiction.
     
  3. Bryan

    Bryan <font color=yellow>The Great Goof!</font>

    That was a fun read, Peptuk. I don't think I've seen this particular crossover before.
     
  4. The Sun Emperor

    The Sun Emperor An Allusive Man

    My thread is a success! I declare total victory.

    That said, I'm hoping that aside from the obligatory Kane, certain C&C characters such as Havoc will show up.
     
  5. Brellin

    Brellin Bolos are magical

    Sweet, GDI Commando Shepard to the rescue! Also, I find it amusing that there doesn't need to be a Cereberus in this setting, since Nod so ably handles that angle all on its own. Even better, I can already see The Illusive Man actually being an augmented and rebuilt Kane (or potentially, simply Kane opperating a convincing body-double drone).
     
  6. Peptuck

    Peptuck ....insufficient dakka.

    The ME timeline is essentially unchanged; the Blitz happened at the same time in this story as it happened in ME, which is 2176. This is sort of the prologue, like in Graveyard Shift, and will got to 2183 and the main story soon.

    It's titled "Renegade" for a reason ;)
     
  7. DarkObelisk

    DarkObelisk Banned from Hell

    Peptuck, you sure know how to grab my attention! I've always loved C&C and I also love C&C crossovers. This is the best of both worlds. Keep it up!

    Peace Through Power!
     
  8. So what changes happened in this verse's version of the Battle of Shanxi ?
     
  9. Utah jak

    Utah jak Go Tigers!

    I am very interested in how this is going to go.

    And Miranda being in Nod, not surprising in the least. It's a great fit.
     
  10. Valiran

    Valiran Solidarity

    Turians warp in, meet Ion Cannon.:D
     
  11. Valiran

    Valiran Solidarity

    I wonder, what is GDI like technology-wise? With all of Nod's technology and what the Scrin left behind to reverse-engineer, you'd think that most ME races would get slaughtered in most engagements with GDI.
     
  12. Thats it ?
     
  13. Well sure, they die too. I would have assumed that obvious though.
     
  14. Peptuck

    Peptuck ....insufficient dakka.

    The primary reasoning here was Miranda + black Nod catsuit = VICTORY.

    GDI is very powerful in this setting. They don't have much of Nod tech (Nod is hiding their technology) or the Scrin (Tiberium Radiation Transmitter thingy collapsing disabled most of their tech to the point GDI can't reverse engineer it). I'll be doing Codex-esque entries as this story progresses showcasing some of the background stuff.

    However, short version: Dreadnought and cruiser spinal guns are ion cannons.

    Pretty much. :D
     
  15. Utah jak

    Utah jak Go Tigers!

    [wayne's world]Swing![/Wayne's World]
     
  16. The logic is indisputable there.

    Really? Because I was just being a smart ass in my earlier remark. I had assumed that, considering how quickly the Batarians resorted to orbital bombardment, somebody had a very nasty experience with GDI ground forces at some point and the Batarians didn't want to repeat that bit of history. To have had such a terrible experience would obviously have required not being completely annihilated before hitting the ground.
     
  17. Peptuck

    Peptuck ....insufficient dakka.

    GDI drives house-sized masses of "fuck you." Orbitally bombing that is always advisable :p
     
  18. Peptuck

    Peptuck ....insufficient dakka.

    Chapter 1: Gateway (Part 2)

    They dropped out of FTL outside the system, a three-world red giant that hadn’t received any name beyond a numerical designation. The Nod fleet, perhaps a dozen ships of frigate tonnage with three cruisers leading them, paused only for a few minutes. Shepard stood on the bridge of the Nod vessel as the pilot conferred with their own Electronic Virtual Agent on where to go next, and then they launched into the system.

    “We have a recon ship inside the system,” Miranda explained. “Drone vessel, with fairly high-end stealth systems.”

    “Stealth, in space?” Shepard asked, to which Miranda smiled. Stealth in space was supposed to be impossible, but history showed the Brotherhood were experts at using extremely advanced technology.

    They came out of FTL speed a few moments later, and the batarian fleet sat directly in front of them, directly under their guns, with absolutely no warning of the incoming attack. The batarian fleet consisted of only four vessels, two light cruisers and two transport vessels.

    Shepard watched the holographic display with concern, noting the weaponry Nod was using. Most warships carried mass accelerator cannons for their main guns, but the cruisers were using lasers for their main weapons instead of solid-slug weapons. She knew one of the Citadel species, the salarians, used high-frequency lasers in their ships with extreme range, but the Nod vessels appeared to have even greater range than the salarians’.

    Most warships only carried kinetic barriers, which did nothing against directed energy weapons. The Nod vessels tore through the batarians’ barriers in seconds, the cruisers slagging the warships and the frigates disabling the freighters before they could even start returning fire. It was a worrying show of their firepower.

    Once the freighters were disabled, the assault boats launched and docked to the hulls of the slavers’ ships. Shepard was leading a team of Nod marines onto one ship, while Miranda went after the other. The frigates made sure that the GARDIAN point-defense lasers on the transport vessels were completely disabled.

    The Brotherhood marines wore black armor, bereft of symbols or markings, and carried mass accelerator rifles with incendiary ammunition. She would have expected them to use laser weapons, but apparently they wanted to hide their presence, and using lasers instead of standard-issue mass accelerator rounds would have been too distinctive.

    The next few minutes felt like hours, and it was among the worst tight corridor combat she’d ever engaged in. Try as she might, Shepard’s subsequent memories of the boarding assault only came back as flashes of disconnected memory, of tight combat with desperate alien troops, mass accelerators blazing and the ruby light of incendiaries slashing up and down the corridors.

    She remembered pouring fire into a batarian slaver’s shields until the rounds punched through his chest, shredding the alien’s torso into hamburger.

    She remembered hurling a grenade into a fleeing slaver, the explosive striking his armor and latching on with magnetic clamps, and the horrified cries before Shepard triggered the detonator.

    She remembered looking at a mauled and deformed alien corpse as she set loose with a rippling biotic field that warped and twisted the slaver’s body like clay.

    She remembered pounding a batarian’s face in with her biotics, remembered pinning one to the ceiling where the Nod commandos could blast it apart, remembered shoving her pistol into a dying slaver’s mouth and pulling the trigger, and remembered the sizzle and welcome scent of burnt alien flesh as the Brotherhood marines blew them apart with searing fire.

    Shepard thought of those images and scents and sounds, and she remembered the dominant emotion she’d felt as she killed, over and over and over again: satisfaction.

    They finished clearing the freighter’s cramped bridge, and the vessel was secured. Shepard leaned over the bridge consoles and accessed them via her omnitool, the batarian script translating automatically, and she brought up camera feeds from the slave pens. The captives were being held inside large, sealed bays, separate from the crew sections of the ship where the fighting raged. Shepard wanted to go to them, to check on the captives and tell them it was all right, but she couldn’t; Miranda had been very specific on that.

    Nod didn’t want anyone to know who had actually saved the civilians. To that end, they activated the ship’s security systems, and pumped gas into the bays that rendered the entire population unconscious; what was supposed to prevent the slaves from breaking free was instead used to conceal who their rescuers were. Nod had already risked a great deal, Miranda explained, by having their ships openly fight the slavers over a GDI colony. Verifying their existence by rescuing the colonists would alert GDI that they were still around and still had military strength.

    “And what’s to stop me from telling GDI?” Shepard had asked her as they stood on the bridge of the captured transport.

    “If you admit to GDI that you assisted Nod agents, that would be treason,” she replied, her tone cold, calm, and entirely reasonable. “Are you so sure you want to do that for the sake of an organization that would have let these colonists be taken away?”

    Shepard stared back at her, arms crossed, and tried to think of a proper response.

    “It doesn’t matter whether they did it intentionally,” Miranda said, and Shepard blinked. She’d been just about to say that very thing. “Incompetence or malice, it amounts to the same thing. If it weren’t for us, these people would be in batarian mining camps within the month. Are you willing to betray us after we saved these people?”

    Shepard knew Nod’s history, but their actions spoke differently. She closed her eyes and shook her head, not sure what to say or do.

    “You don’t need to do anything,” Miranda said. “Just use the fabricated story we’ve given you when GDI’s fleet arrives. Don’t mention our fleet or our assistance. We disappear, you keep your job and are rewarded for being the hero you are, and these people get to go home. Everyone wins.”

    Shepard opened her eyes, stared back at Miranda’s cold blue eyes, and said nothing.

    -​

    The next day, when a GDI relief fleet arrived in-system, following a distress beacon, they found two destroyed batarian slave ships, and a freighter loaded with ten thousand civilians that had apparently been retaken by a single biotic Commando named Shepard. According to the story, Shepard had stowed away on the slavers’ ship, seized the bridge, gassed the crew, and used the ship’s weapons to launch a surprise attack on the cruisers and destroyed them, but not without being badly damaged by return fire.

    It was a wild story, but two destroyed ships, a pile of batarian corpses, and ten thousand jubilant, rescued colonists were plenty of verification. Meanwhile, reports of unidentified ships intervening and attacking the batarian fleet in orbit were discounted with the surety of bureaucracy that was convinced that it was right and all evidence to the contrary was wrong.

    The assault on Elysium City was considered a tragedy and a provocation, but Shepard came out of that battle a hero, thanks to the Brotherhood of Nod, complete with a medal and ceremony.

    It left an ugly taste in her mouth whenever someone praised her for being the Hero of Elysium, and the medal stayed in the drawer in whatever desk she had.

    But at least Elysium hadn’t been another Mindoir.

    A year after Elysium, GDI tracked the pirates who had been raiding human space back to their hub on the barren moon of Torfan, and bombed their base and everything within fifty kilometers of it into rapidly-expanding clouds of high-temperature dust. Shepard was with the fleet that destroyed the base, and watched the ion cannon bombardment of the surface with grim satisfaction. Nothing survived.

    Six years passed after Torfan, and a round of promotions came and went. When the war with the Batarian Hegemony started in 2180, Shepard volunteered for a number of operations that earned her distinction, and she rose up through the ranks to become Lieutenant Commander Shepard. Nod’s military never showed their faces again, and she never spoke with another Nod soldier. There were the occasional reports of oddly-designed warships at the fringes of GDI space, but nothing concrete.

    Assignments came and went, but halfway through 2183, Shepard was recalled from a patrol mission in the Verge to Earth, where she found she had been reassigned to some new secret military project.

    Two days later, she was on a shuttle heading for the shipyards overlooking Earth. She stared down at the planet with mixed emotions, noting the vast, almost endless stretches of green and blue across the continental masses, with wide sections of the planet marked by the white and gray of civilized areas, scattered among the Tiberium landscape. Huge barriers, visible from space, kept the alien crystal from devouring the tightly, chokingly-crowded human cities.

    No wonder the colonies grew so quickly, she mused. Humanity’s homeworld was a hellhole of xenoformed green and blue crystal. No one wanted to stay on Earth. If Tiberium wasn’t so damned useful for industry and power generation, the human species might have gone extinct long ago.
    Shepard crossed the small shuttle's passenger compartment, and started looking out into the darkness of space. Up ahead, there was one of the orbital docking stations at Lagrange Point 3, and she could see numerous ships docked to it, releasing toward the embracing void, or moving into position to attach. One in particular caught Shepard's eye.

    "That ours?" asked the only other man on the shuttle, a Lieutenant Pressly. He was bald, had a squeaky voice, and had a dark goatee tinged with a bit of gray. He stood and joined the Commander at the window, peered out, and spotted the vessel Shepard was looking at: a dagger-like frigate, painted gray and blue.

    "That's the one. GDS Normandy," he replied, and Shepard nodded. It looked good. Nice and fast and agile, as a frigate needed to be.

    The shuttle turned on a new heading, moving straight for the station, and the porthole turned to show the blackness of space. Against the transparent material, Shepard caught a reflection of both of them. Pressly, with his short, regulation-length mustache and beard, resplendent in his navy blue, gold-trimmed Naval uniform. And Shepard . . . .

    She stared into her own face, vicious scars running across her features, reminding everyone she encountered just how she'd earned her stripes. Hard eyes, along with narrow, tight features. She'd been told a few times that she was attractive, and had received offers to get rid of the scars, but the livid lines across her face were too important to get rid of. They reminded her of the price of survival.

    "This is going to be an interesting deployment, ma’am," Pressly added, sitting down in his crash seat. Shepard nodded as she turned around and settled down as well.

    "I hope you're wrong, Pressly," she replied, scratching her head. "'Interesting' tends to end up with corpses. Do you know where we're going on this run?"

    "Shakedown run to Eden Prime," Pressly replied. "Shouldn't be too eventful, I'd wager."

    Shepard frowned, nodded, and peered out the porthole once again, and lost herself in that memory once more.

    Codex - Global Defense Initiative – The Verge War ​


    Following GDI's entry into the galactic stage during the 2160's, humanity fought a series of skirmishes and trade conflicts with the Batarian Hegemony, whose borders intertwined with GDI territory in the Skyllian Verge. This conflict consisted mostly of skirmishes between patrol craft and Hegemony-funded privateers raiding GDI colonies and shipping. The Hegemony made appeals toward the Citadel Council to declare the Skyllian Verge an "area of batarian interest" which would make GDI infringement on the territory an act of war, due to GDI's refusal to join the Citadel. The Council denied these appeals, stating that they had neither authority to define a foreign power's borders nor willingness to provoke a war.

    This proxy war came to a head during the Skyllian Blitz, when an alliance of Hegemony-funded pirates attacked Elysium, a major human colony in the Verge. The attack was repelled, but not without heavy losses to the defensive garrison. Though the Council denounced the attack, they did not call the Hegemony to task for funding the offensive, either.

    A year after the Blitz, GDI retaliated against the pirates' base on Torfan, obliterating it from orbit with dreadnought-based ion cannon fire, in a display of military might that sent an unspoken message to the Citadel that they would not tolerate further aggression. The Hegemony refused to bow to this overt display of force, however, and continued to fund pirate raids.

    In 2180, four years after the Blitz, GDI stated that it would no longer tolerate the pirate attacks, and declared war on the Hegemony. The Hegemony petitioned for Citadel support, but the Council refused, stating that the batarians had provoked GDI into action. By 2183, the Verge War progressed with GDI forces securing three batarian colony worlds along the border and cutting pirate attacks by more then sixty percent. Despite GDI technological advantages, most notably being the ion cannons used by their dreadnoughts, human advances into Hegemony space have been limited due to heavy resistance, coupled with a sluggish civilian bureaucracy on Earth.



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    That's all I've got written for right now.
     
  19. In part 1 you mentioned about a war with the Turians. Do you mean the First Contact War or in this case the Turian War escalated into a full scale war ?
     
  20. Point taken. Tanks the size of houses are not something most Mass Effect races would be used to. I imagine the "OH GOD WHAT IS THAT!?" response on the faces of the Batarians when they first saw Mammoths would have been very comical.
     
  21. Let me guess. A wall of Mammoth tanks and Mastadons armed with Railcannons and Ion Cannons ?
     
  22. Cody Fett

    Cody Fett Transitional Phrase Nut

    I really can't wait to hear what happens next. I heard at least one plot tribble that Shepard would be working for Nod while Havoc would be working for GDI, but that would mean . . . *Gasp!* The MEs 1 & 2 plots are going to be happening simultaneously! I also suppose I should be slightly put off by the timeframe, but it's like I said before, C&C's done so much mucking around with the time stream that you really could justify anything in terms of timelines. Oh, and if you want to justify the C&C4 plot not happening you could always just justify it like this, "Luckily Karrde wasn't a complete douche and didn't detonate the liquid tiberium bomb. Who knows what would have happened if he did, the contamination might have even forced us to make an alliance with Kane." "Yeah, like that'll ever happen."

    Also, I'm very interested to see how you integrate Havoc into this story, though I'm sure it'll be awesome. I already know how you're going to introduce Kane: he's the Illusive Man in this continuity, duh.

    EDIT: DOH! Missed an update!
     
  23. Any idea how the Batarians or the Turians would react when they face the GDI commanodos armed with the GD-10s ?
     
  24. Arcturus

    Arcturus Glorious Bastard

    Wow another one. So many awesome new crossovers today, today must be special or something. :D

    Oh, and MOAR! :)
     
  25. Jimmy C

    Jimmy C Mostly Harmless

    From M.E. I suppose the SSV prefix has to do with the fact that the human polity in M.E. is the Systems Alliance. But since this is a GDI ship, wouldn't the prefix more likely be GDS, GDV or even GSV?
     
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